Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Nolan

Even over the overwhelmingly loud blaring of alarms, her voice rings out over the amount of panic everyone’s going through.

“Sira, turn that off!” Indra shouts, even as she shouts, the video seems so much louder than everything else. It rings out as if I’m stuck in a bottomless pit. The weak voice that no one can hear. But this time, it’s the voice of a lion, a powerful spirit’s voice that towers everything else.

“Mila, listen to me. It’s me. Wait!”

“Is that all you got?” Another voice rings out—battling the real one. But it’s obvious which is louder to her.

“We can talk about this.” Both voices say at the same time.

“No. You don’t understand!” She snarls, screaming like a wild animal. Then she shrieks, it echoes out throughout the room, forcing us to cover our ears, cowering under her.

“Are you okay?” The sister asks, rushing over to her.

I chuckle at her question.

Why would she be? How in heaven and hell could she ever be again? What we caused her is not rewindable. Not possible.

When the terrifying sounds subside, she stands with a dark look on her face. Her left pupil emits a red-colored glow that overpowers the other one. It’s as if no one else is here. I’m the only one that’s looking at her, her aura is so powerful that I felt the urge to kneel.

She stalks towards Raven. Each step thunders over everything. It’s as if she’s everywhere at once, storming her steps when she’s casually walking.

“Shhhh,” she brings one finger to her lips.

“Shh? That’s all you gotta say?” A voice rings—my voice.

I can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, of regret.

“You will get what you deserve,” she spat, her voice barely containing her rage.

“I know I haven’t always been the best sister. I know that I’ve left you alone in the two years of my absence. I tried to get back to you; I really did,” Raven says, confident that she’ll get through her.

“Stop messing with my head!” She yells into nothingness.

“It doesn’t matter!” She screams. Her hand is extending to the side; a dagger somehow magically flies to her hand.

“You are dead to me. You can’t say anything to earn forgiveness. You’ve taken my life; you took everything from me!” Her shriek drowns out Sira’s voice.

“Get the dart! Now! We can’t have her injuring the sister.” Indra yells over the chaos. Sira types into the computer. A dart whizzes in Mila’s direction, but it misses…again.

“What’s happening?” Indra shouts at the same time Raven yells.

“What in the heavens are you talking about?”

“I don’t know!” Sira yells. “I don’t know what’s happening!”

She codes for another sleeping dart. It whizzes out and stops in midair. It’s like it’s blocked by something invisible—it can’t reach her.

It’s like she’s too far away, too far gone into that hole, and could barely see the sunlight anymore. She tried to parachute, but it came out too late, and no one was close enough to save her.

“No more talk,” she says, her eyes cold and lifeless. It’s as if she’s already sleeping.

ALREADY DEAD

“No…I’m sorry…I can help.”

I don’t even know who said that.

“Help? Like how you helped by lying to me? How you helped by murdering my mother?!”

“How’s this for what you deserve?” Her voice rings out in the sudden silence. I look around; everyone looks at the screen in surprise.

Terror.

Fear…

Disappointment.

A second before, the dagger was in her grasp. A second later, the blade of the dagger sinks itself deep into Raven’s stomach. It’s as if time stops. Everything seemed to slow down.

So many emotions happen all at once.

“Knock her out, Sira. Now,” Indra commands in a low voice.

Sira nods just a second too late from the shock. My father stares at the screen with a look that disgusts me.

It’s almost like he’s not surprised, but—I cut that thought off, and my eyes dart to Asher.

His eyes are so wide that they might just pop out of its socket. His gaze doesn’t leave the screen, and his mouth hangs open just a little. The scene before him is memorized in such a terrifying way.

We’ve both come to know this girl named Mila Hayes. But now, we’re not sure if we knew her at all. One second, she’s the most clumsy and shy teenage-like girl you’ll ever meet. Then the next…this. But whatever happens, one fact is for sure. The old Mila.

She’s gone, just like her sister’s dead body.

Mila’s distant figure falls to the ground with a loud thud—signaling that the dart has done its job.

“What now?” I’m surprised to hear my voice still here.

“…We begin phase three,” Indra answers, her voice shivering slightly.

We never predicted this. It’s not supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to. No one was supposed to die. We are starting phase three anyway—but it seemed impossible now—light-years away. No amount of reasoning can help us now. We can’t rewind death.

I guess we did what we had to do to survive. Was it all worth it? Was it worth over other loved ones dying?

…

Are we worth it?

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